Ugh, damn. What is today's date? She walked over to a nearby calendar and peered at it. June 6th, hm, it's been more than a month since she saw Dyako last. Is he okay? Does he miss her? Shaking her head she went to go wake up Ichigo, she would be back in a few days.
…
(Conveniently enough, a few days)
She inhaled the air and closed her eyes. The human world was nice and all but it could not compete with home.
The long meeting with the captains was FINALLY over. They had no success identifying where the orange and grey things were or where they came from, but they discovered that an electric and ice wave paralyzed them long enough and weakened them enough for a hit with a zanpakto.
But now, she HAS to visit Dyako.
Jogging lightly she arrived at his door.
She knocked.
No answer.
She knocked again.
No answer.
She knocked again again.
STILL NO ANSWER!
With a push of her hand, the door flew open, what was intended to come out as an angry growl, what came out was a sound uncanny to a confused dog.
The room was empty.
He couldn't have just left, it was past 12! Maybe he was taken….
Where are his keepers?!
Marching up to fat man talking to a bunch of giggling women, she put herself into his personal space and ordered,
"Where is Dyako Kitsune?"The man cowered and nervously said,
"In his room, Ma'am." He had plenty to fear from the woman turned surrogate mother. He had of course heard the stories of her causing several men to turn to tears with her biting words when they caused Dyako to get sick a month ago.
"HE IS NOT THERE!" She shouted. The area had gone quiet as the grave. When she was angry, you knew that it was better to make yourself disappear.
"Uh…um…..He…w-w-w-was th-h-here a w-w-w-eek ago-o." The man stammered. She exploded.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN A WEEK AGO!?" She screeched. She stormed away to find Dyako, leaving a man with wet pants standing, shaken.
…
Not here.
Not here.
Not here.
Each not here was accompanied by an opening and closing of a door. Around the corner several people stood on tippy toes, watching the furious/scared surrogate mother search for her not child.
Matsumoto, growing annoyed by her lack of success took out her frustration on the nearest group. She roared, making many people skittering back to a safer distance.
She had searched every nook and cranny of her division's dormitory, and she had no success. Where could the child have gone to? Who could have taken him?
A feeling like her heart sinking to floor flooded her suddenly.
Who had taken an intrest in him the first day he was here? Who had such a predatory gleam in his eyes that she got worried?
Mayuri fucking Kurotsuchi.